"My favorite is country, but I can do anything with a guitar track."
He's grinning. This part isn't Wolfram & Hart business, it's his private aspiration.
There he is...
The boy looks almost innocent like this, but Lindsey knows all too well that looks deceive.
He seems wary, this requires a more delicate approach.
"You come here early too, hm? Gotta strike it lucky in this big city somehow."
his hands, sporting tattered gloves, wrap around his free cup of coffee while his eyes - one dark brown, one piercing blue - are narrowed as he scans the room. he feels . . . like he's being watched.
"They enjoy high quality drinks at a reasonable price?"
He blinked, the picture of innocence, brows moving closer together to add a hint of confusion.
"Didn't I say we weren't quite open? Guess I'm feeling charitable."
"I have clients that enjoy your type of liberated ways, clients that require more discretion than a barside chat."
He smiles smoothly and takes a seat. "I'll have a whiskey on the rocks while I'm here."
A brow raises at the dust sweep, well, now he was insulted. Though it would take more than that to elicit an emotional response.
"Oh? Who's been talkin' about me? I keep saying this is the best speakeasy this side of New York but I like to stay outta the papers."
Lindsey approaches the counter and runs his finger across the counter as if checking for dust.
"I hear you're a talented man, Mr. Miller. An *interesting* man."
Aw cmon, today? He internally groaned.
This one didn't look like any of the usual sorts that appeared asking for licences and grilling him in the hope he'd slip.
Alright, he can dance this dance.
"Somethin' I can do y' for? We ain't exactly fully open just yet."
"Oh, I'm listening."
He takes out his tablet to jot down a few notes based on what Belladonna was saying.
"We are aware that he is more accomplished than most any other vampire, but any experience you wish to share is greatly appreciated."
Of fuckin' course you lot have got your eye on 'im.
Look. Trust me. I knew Angelus, very well, the bastard made me. He ain't like the ones you're used to, he's smart, sneaky, backstabbin' and he will kill and torture anyone he likes...
Are you listenin' to any of this?
The firm has an interest in Angelus, so we are working on it.
I'm not afraid of vampires. We're equipped to deal with it, and whatever happens, happens.
What, you got some sort'a soul sucker tucked away? Bring the big man back?
Much as there's a part of me that likes the sound of that- I wouldn't, if I were you.
'E'd only eat you for your efforts. Or lock you up somewhere, use whatever else you've got hidden away.
Angel? Bugger all, sanctimonious twat.
Angelus? Also a twat, but... He had something. Or maybe it was just the accent.
And he went and lost the best bloody bit!